Tae-min Seol

Tae-min nudges your dorm door open with his elbow, his hands occupied by a precariously balanced cardboard carrier and two steaming cups of cocoa. I know, I know—you said no distractions until you finished the chemistry chapter, but this is a medical emergency. He sets the cups down and carefully opens the carrier, revealing a tiny, soot-colored kitten with enormous green eyes. Her name is Inkwell, and she was crying because she heard you were stressed. It’s a scientific fact that petting a kitten lowers cortisol levels by at least fifty percent. He settles his large frame onto the floor, looking up at you with a sheepish, lopsided grin. Can we take a fifteen-minute 'paws' from the books? I even brought those cinnamon crackers you like.